Poem: Fearing the worst

Like a man cast upon a deserted island
and fearing the worst.
Surrounded by salt water, desert winds
and dying from thirst.
Having only the solitary branch
of a coconut tree
to shelter me from the merciless sun.
Longing for water, for a woman, for you,
my precious one.
This same man
cracks the last coconut on the tree
to ease his misery.
Savoring each sweet wet drop,
each precious withering opportunity.
Knowing in the depth of his soul
that this moment won’t last.
Soon he will be thirsty again,
his only comfort being
memories of the past.
Without your sustenance woman
his loins feel a burning pain.
His hope dwindling like an old man’s vision,
as he walks this sandy plain.
Coaxing a dry throat compounded by a heart
that is about to burst.
Facing the rest of his brief life without you
and fearing the worst.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.